A while ago I watched a Wayne Dyer talk and as usual was blown away by his words. He told a story of author Porsche Nelson who had gone to, if I remember correctly, a writers workshop where the students were given five index cards and asked to write their life story. This is what she wrote:

Chapter One:
I walk down the street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I’m lost. I’m helpless. It isn’t my fault and it takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two:
I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I’m in the same place. It isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time for me to get out.

Chapter Three:
I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in. It’s a habit but my eyes are open. I know where I am and it’s my own fault and I get out immediately.

Chapter Four:
I walk down the same street. There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.